Page 87 of Shadowed With Fear

I pushed his shoulders, and he lay back, almost exactly how I had been. I crawl over him, straddling his lap. Grayson’s hands explore my body in this new position, but I don’t feel shy as he stares at me. Yeah, I have a pretty…big roll on my stomach. And you can see the dimples on my thighs, but as his hands rake over them the only thing, I can feel is the care in his touch and adoration in his gaze.

My hand wraps around him, holding him in place as I grind against his length. Each movement of my hips has us both moaning. But Grayson’s hands guide me, pushing and pulling.

“Are you ready?” He asks me with a gentle tone. I nod, but he gives me a stern glare.

“Yes. Yes, I’m ready.” I start to move off his lap, but he shakes his head, tugging me back down.

“No. Just like this. Take as much as you want from me, sweet girl.”

My face flushes but I nod, taking a deep breath and rising up on my knees. He grabs his cock in a firm grip, positioning it at my entrance.

“Go slow. Take your time. We can stop at any moment if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” And I sink down. Part of me thinks that trying to hold the position half kneeling, half sitting on his thighs is more painful than when he enters me. But I was so wrong. The more I sink onto him the more I feel the burn deep inside of me as my body stretches around his thick shaft.

I breath through the pain, eyes squeezed shut, nails biting into his chest.

“Dahlia, look at me.”

I paused, taking another breath and looking at him. His gray eyes are clear, assessing as he rakes over me. “We can stop.”

I shake my head. “No, no, I want this.”

He nods. “Okay. Okay. Sit up,” so I do. I kneel over him, thighs spread wide, and it’s the moment I realize there’s still at least three more inches left for me to take. I whimper.

“Shh. It’s okay. Put your hands on my knees, okay? Use them to steady yourself. I’ll make the pain go away.” He brushes back my curls, pushing them over my shoulders, and giving me an encouraging smile.

I follow his instructions, and the tightness I felt behind my bellybutton ebbs away. My muscles relax a fraction, and he smiles again, wider.

“Good girl. Feel better?” He rubs at my thigh.

“Yeah, a little bit.” I wince as my weight shifts.

“What about when I do this?” He whispers, voice rough, strained.

He circles his thumb around my clit, the pressure a little harder than when he teases me. Almost instantly my body begins to melt. The feeling is so much more intense with his cock deep inside of me. I nod.

“Fuck…yes. Keep doing that,” I moan, sinking lower.

The tightness and burning has shifted into fullness and the fire that floods my veins when I’m begging for release.

When he’s completely seated inside me, his brushes against a place I’ve never felt before and my walls clench around him hard.

“Fuuuckk,” he groans, breathing out the word. “You feel so good, sweet girl. You’re doing so well. How does it feel?”

“Good. So good,” I whimper as his thumb increases speed.

“Grind on me, Dahlia. Ride my cock, little flower.” He smacks my thigh lightly making me jump. I chuckle rolling my hips. We both groan at the feeling.

Grayson keeps the pace on my clit even as I grind down on him. He leans onto his hand, capturing my lips with his own, mumbling against them in a hushed tone how great I make him feel, how beautiful I am, and how well I’m doing.

“Fuck. Dahlia, I’m getting close.”

His chest is heaving, cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry…I— “

I shush him with a kiss, moving my hands from his knees to his face. “Fuck me, Grayson,” I moan, bouncing in his lap. “Fuck me, and cum for me. I want you to cum for me. I want to taste you.”